Two days passed and Sigyn heard nothing of the Asgardian prince that had chosen to court her. She heard nothing- saw nothing- but had still taken to keeping one of the family's hounds in her room at night. She didn't know if she quite trusted what the prince had said. 'Nothing I do will ever cause you physical damage.'

She didn't know if she trusted him enough. The hound was just acting as an added precaution in case Loki got any ideas about being able to appear in her room at any time he wanted. He was the God of Mischief, after all. She wouldn't put it passed him.

That morning, Sigyn dressed in a thin orange dress that began off her shoulders and hung down her body like a loose sheet of fabric. Looking into her mirror, she combed her fingers through her hair few times before dismissing her appearance. She wasn't planning to leave the house that morning, so it didn't really make a difference to her what she looked like.

Sigyn left her room to join her family for breakfast, and when she got to the dining table, she discovered that the twins were already eating. It wasn't long until their father entered the room either, though he looked to have been up for some time. What intrigued Sigyn was that he was hold something in his hand.

"Someone's getting married," Iwaldi said, holding up the thin slip of card in his hand.

An invitation, then, Sigyn decided. Before their father could say any more though, Dagný had swiftly lifted the invitation out of her father's grip.

"When?"

"Tonight, apparently."

"A last minute invitation then; who is it?" Lifa asked impatiently.

Dagný shrugged, as she passed the invitation on to her sister, "No one we know."

"So why are we invited?" Lifa asked, scanning the card.

"Three guesses," Dagný replied, staring straight at their older sister.

Sigyn blinked. Like it or not, she knew that Dagný had a point. With an invitation arriving at their house, for their whole family to attend the union of two people they did not know, her thoughts could only lead her to one place.

The Allfather performed all marriages, which meant that the wedding would take place at the palace. Where Loki was. He and Thor always had to attend celebrations, it was their duty, and she knew it; which meant that he was definitely going to be there. Which meant that the family had only been invited because of her.

Before she could say anything though, Dagný and Lifa had begun to get extremely excited at the prospect of the people they'd meet there. How did I know that would be where their minds would go?The two girls quickly left the table to run off and find the 'perfect' dresses. Sigyn's father lingered in the room however, looking curiously at her.

"What is it?" he asked.

"I don't know... I... don't know if I feel comfortable attending this celebration..."

He didn't question her, but merely said, "Let me know what you decide."

Then he too departed the room, leaving Sigyn alone. She was conflicted; and her doubts about going were chiefly to do with Loki. The only effort he'd made since announcing his attentions to court her was to appear in her room and take a kiss from her. And then this? Surely, shouldn't they be trying to get to know one another?

Sigyn still thought that this was odd. What was it that they were really doing if not getting to know each other? Maybe I have to go. Maybe I have to find out what is happening here; just so that I don't have to over-think things. It seemed like a good solution, and she had more of a chance of finding out at the wedding than she did in her house.

She went to the living area, where she knew she would find her father, to tell him that she had decided to attend the wedding, when she saw the last thing she had expected. Sat awkwardly in the chair that she usually sat in, was Loki, speaking quietly to her father. Sigyn stared at him, eyes wide in astonishment.

His eyes found her quickly, focussing on her intently though he continued to converse with her father. She suddenly felt a little self-conscious under his gaze. She wished now that she'd given more than a cursory glance at her appearance in the mirror before dismissing it with, I'm only going downstairs; the only people who will see me will be father and the twins. She definitely regretted that now; though when she caught herself thinking that, she couldn't quite figure out why.

Sigyn heard father finish saying something that she hadn't quite been paying attention to, before he said, "I will give you two a moment."

As he left, Sigyn rolled her eyes. Her father clearly had no idea about anything. Unless he was completely blindsided by the fact that Loki was a prince. Yes, that made sense, she knew as she watched her father bow to Loki before he left the room.

"Is this preferable to my surprising you- or 'scaring you' rather, as you put it?" Loki said.

"Much," she said, approaching him by awkwardly walking into almost the centre of the room.

"Yet, as you can see, far less fun," he put in.

"For you."

"Indeed," he smirked. "Your father was telling me that you had yet to decide whether or not to attend the celebration tonight."

"My father needs to keep his mouth shut," she said before she could stop herself.

A flicker of Loki's smile appeared and vanished again in a moment's glimpse.

"Have you decided?" he asked.

With the way he was looking at her, Sigyn really couldn't see herself saying no, even if she wanted to. That was when she realised that he could probably charm anyone into anything if he tried. She had to be careful with that, she now understood.

"I... I have decided that, I am going," she answered slowly.

His eyes seemed to smile, a little light shining in them at the news.

"I am glad."

"You are?" she asked, surprised.

He raised a brow at her.

"Should I be insulted that you think I should not be?"

She blinked.

"I- I- no, I didn't mean that. I just... I don't know. You confuse me," Sigyn said, admitting once more what had been bothering her greatly.

Loki tilted his head slightly and stood, walking towards where she was standing in the centre of the room.

"I confuse many people."

"So I've heard. Your reputation does proceed, my prince," she answered, a small smile playing on her lips.

He smirked and stopped in front of her. To her surprise though, he changed the subject abruptly.

"You know, I think you should wear green tonight. Or black. Whichever you prefer."

Sigyn blinked. What an odd thing to say.

"And what if I don't want to wear your choice of colour?"

He grinned at her and simply replied, "Oh I think you'll come around to my point of view."

Loki said no more, but merely kissed her hand politely. He left then, walking briskly out of the doorway after her father, before she could say anything else.